Sharing Love: I Was Forced to Get Married for Money
Chapter 95

Anindira was relieved that Dean was with her, but on the other hand she was still worried as well.

"Don't think too much, tomorrow I'll accompany you to meet Clair's mother."

Anindira nodded.

"Rendra sent a message, that she was going home at night, saying she would stop by her friend's house first."

"Oh, yeah if I go home first,"

"I'll take you to the front of the house."

"Hm,"

"Be careful on the road,"

"Okay, see you tomorrow" Dean said as he rubbed Anindira's head.

Anindira waved her hand.

Next morning.

"Are you ready?"

"Huf, Hm," he said taking a deep breath.

"Okay, before I go, I want to meet our hero for a bit.

"You want to meet him?"

"Hmm, I want to ask him why he never greeted me again, I'm a friend and prospective father right."

"Uncle Dean, how are you,"

"As usual, I'm good news" he said, hugging Rajendra, "Why don't you ever send a message and bother me again, I don't think you want me to be your father."

"Yes, I don't want Uncle to be my father, because if uncle were my father I would lose my best friend, double win."

"Hheuhh, I thought you changed your mind."

"Where you are, you're the one I like uncle the most."

"Hahaha, good, 'cause if you don't, I'm gonna kidnap your mom."

Rajendra and Dean laughed.

"Here you go, stop making jokes, Rendra, eat your breakfast, quick,"

"Yes ma" said Rajendra.

"He's an adult, but you still treat him like a child."

"For me he's still my old little Rendra."

Dean smiled, "We're leaving now?"

"Hmm" he said, nodding.

They both went to see Clair.

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Arriving at Clair's house,

Anindira turned to Dean as if she were asking for his approval, Dean nodded.

Anindira took a breath, then pressed the bell.

"You guys, what's wrong? it's not usual for you to play at my house this early on a weekday, would you like to take me for a leisurely walk, or a jog?"

"No Clair, me, a me,"

"What's Dira doing, is there a problem? Hhh, don't you want to say that you've done something before your time."

"A what," Anindira was confused.

"Yes, we've done it,"

"What?!"

"Yes, something we want,"

"You've gone mad Dean, you must have forced Dira, right?"

"Something we want..pushy? what are you talking about?"

"Ha ha ha, I'm just kidding, you two, please don't tense up."

"What?! what kind of a joke is Dean, not funny." Claira.

"You guys look tense, which is why I said so."

"The one that made me tense."

"Sorry Clair, I'm confused where to start."

"What do you really want to say?"

"Father, if you can't say it, let me do it." Said Dean.

"This is exactly what Dean is, don't make me curious."

"Clair, actually Dira met your mother yesterday, she accidentally saw the two of us when I drove Dira to the office, and she misunderstood."

"Misunderstand why?"

"He thought Dira was the third of us."

Dean told him everything that Dira told him about Clair.

"What?! why can mommy think like that? or maybe mommy thinks I still like you Dean."

"I don't know that, we have to ask him directly."

"True, then let's go see mommy now."

Claira pulls Dira and Dean's hand.

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"Welcome Miss Claira and her friends" said the maid in the house.

"Hello" Sapa Dean and Anindira.

"Please enter Miss, sir,"

"Impress bi, where's Mommy sama dady?"

"Good morning, Dady's favorite son." Said his father Clair.

"Good morning Dady."

"Good morning Dean, Dira,"

"Good morning Om." Anindira and Dean answered.

"Let's go in,"

"No need, no need to go in." His mother Claira Ketus said.

"Loh, why? usually you're always happy when they come here."

"They are forbidden to enter, they cannot set foot in our homes.

"You why the hell? they're Clair's close friends."

"Friends close can't possibly stab from behind."

"That's the color that the three of us came here, Mommy, we want to clear up this misunderstanding with Mommy." Claira.

"Quite Clair, you don't defend them, only love, only friend, they've betrayed you."

"Mom, this isn't right, Mommy misunderstood."

"No Clair, Momy doesn't want to hear anything else, tell them to get out of here."

"Mommy,"

Clair's mother looked at him sharply, then left.

"Is what your Mommy said true?"

"Of course not Dady, Mommy just misunderstood, the three of us are fine."

"Thank God, oh yeah, you said you had a boyfriend, didn't you?"

"Not Dad, Dean is Dira's future."

"Really, congratulations to you,"

Anindira and Dean smiled.

"You don't have to put into your heart what Mommy Clair said just now, come on, come on in,"

"No Om, I won't set foot in Om's house without Aunt's permission." Dira said sadly.

"Dira," Claira was sad.

"Dean, let's go,"

"Come, Om, we'll excuse you."

"Be careful, son,"

"Dady, what should I do?"

"Let your Mommy calm down first, later if the anger has subsided you explain to her slowly."

Claira nodded.

"Oh yeah, so, who's your boyfriend hmm."

"That, that, is still a secret." He said while scratching his cheek with his index finger.

"Oh yeah.. What's he like?"

"Sweet, and understanding, he's a doctor (shabbily embarrassed)."

"Oh.. So you want to give Daddy a doctor's daughter-in-law?"

"Geez?! I shouldn't have told you Dady."

"Why, don't Daddy have the right to know?"

"Daddy is not like that, I'm just approaching him, anyway I have to straighten out Mommy's misunderstanding, then I take care of my psychological problems."

"Well, Daddy will always support you, but you have to stay married this year, Daddy doesn't want you to be a spinster."

"Ah, that again."

Anindira was silent all the way.

"Are you hungry?"

"Oh, no, I'm not hungry."

"E ekhermm, but I'm hungry, I want to eat something."

"Ah, okay, where do you want to eat?"

"Emm, we'll just eat at the cafe."

"OK,"

They also got out of the car.

"What do you want to order?"

"You alone, I'm not hungry."

"Hey, is there your favorite food, Chees Cake, sure you don't want it?"

"Emmm, yes if you make it."

"Hey, who forced it? you are hungry." Goddamn Dean.

"I can't eat anything all day, except Chees Cake..."

"And Beef bourguignon, right,"

Anindira smiles.

"Finally..."

"Why?"

"You smile again."

"Dean, I'm still thinking, I can't stand Clair's mother."

"I see, if you want, we can see her again later, she is a mother, a mother will not be able to be angry for too long at her child, you are already like her own child, she said, he will listen to your explanation."

"Hopefully."